Professor Belmont and the Interns I

"I know I didn't specify a time, but I was hoping that you wouldn't make me take up an entire morning just waiting for you." Professor Belmont stated after their introductions.

Long, shoulder-length blond hair, tied back with a black ribbon and a beard that took up half his face. There were small braids and beads interwoven into the man's hair that drew Yuliang's curiosity, but even he, for all his brashness, was not bold enough to inquire about it.

Professor Belmont was slightly shorter than Yuliang, but it wasn't an immediately obvious fact with his authoritative presence. Yuliang knew he had to be at least a decade older than himself, but he looked to be in his early twenties by appearance.

It was a testament to the man's skill and capability. As on average, a mediocre Energy Manipulator, interspatial or kinaesthetic, would only stop signs of visible ageing well into their forties.

Yuliang offered the man a shallow obligatory bow, "I apologize for the wait, Professor."

The man gave him a firm nod, "Good. Now follow me. The others are waiting in my office."